Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




SURELY somehow, in some measure,
There will be joy and fulfilment,—
Cease from this throb of desire,—
    Even for Sappho!

Surely some fortunate hour


Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
    Need of that beauty!

Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with evening?

Why are Selene’s white horses
    So long arriving?